I don’t know about these weathermen. Last night, I was trying to decide whether to let the horses stay out in the pasture like they usually do or whether to put them in the barn in case of rain. I decided to watch the news and see what they had to say. You
know the weather in Texas- if you don’t like it- wait a minute. But, the weathermen were calling for severe storms and I didn’t want the horses out in that, lest they get hurt by hail or lightening strike. So, by the time the ten o’clock news came on, the storms had subsided a bit and weren’t as strong. “It should be dry until morning and then watch for severe storms in the afternoon tomorrow,” said one. Okay, they’d be okay for the night out in the pasture. Good. They don’t care for barn life. They want to be out in the open, watching what’s going on. Anyway, we went to bed and soon enough, a crash of thunder woke me.
I rolled over, “Honey, that was thunder.”
Me: “I thought it was going to be dry til tomorrow.”
Me: “Should we move the horses”
Stephen: “mmm, I dunno.”
It’s 4:45 in the morning. It’s not like morning doesn’t come fast enough as it is and I have now turned on the television news to find out about the rain, thunder and lightening. At 4:45 in the morning- the a.m.-before the crack of dawn!
We decided to leave the horses out in the pasture. It didn’t rain very much , but there was a lot of thunder. When we woke up (at the proper time), I took the horses to the barn because it was to storm this afternoon. Dadgum if the storm didn’t bypass us!
Now, I’m not saying I want it to storm because spring storms here can be brutal. I’m just saying the poor horses have been in the barn all day waiting for a storm to no avail.
I don’t know why I can’t get this right- a thing like knowing when to put them in the barn, but I’m going to chalk it up to the weathermen and Texas weather. That sounds good to me!